what is life in a trash bag
it might end up in a trash can
dumped on a pile in a wasteland
somewhere in a land field
written rhetoric on a sign
wash my widows in dirty water
I'll give you a few dollars
when I sit at the red light
at the crossroads of my own life
I can't ignore what's in my sight
a man sitting in rolling chair
lost his limbs fighting
for his country to be free
but he can't live in peace
it's hard to defeat demons
when you know the beast
so I salute the streets
soldiers on the beat
standing up for those
who can't on their own feet
it's hard crossing over
if one cannot come
from underneath
no one is disposable
but it don't look like that to me
The Immortal Wize
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